Chapter Six Hundred and Eighty Fifth Masquerade Party

Peggy invited Zhou Qingfeng to the masquerade party held at the 'Happy Monkey' bar that night, and Uncle Zhou readily agreed.

If you don't agree, you can't do it. The more information Zhou Qingfeng has, the more he feels the strange situation between the police and robbers in Chicago. In particular, he swept up the gangsters in the Kewood neighborhood once, and saw a large number of cryptic code text messages from the mobile phones of various villains. These text messages did not say anything clearly, but they always mentioned that something big might happen recently.

The news of the street gangsters is well-informed. They say something will happen, but it will really happen.

And Zhou Qingfeng hated 'big things', he was always thinking about the ending of Helena's suicide, and he was always thinking about how to tell this girl about seeing her father. He was worried that his butterfly wings flapped back and forth, disrupting the clear direction of events. So he hoped to be by Helena's side.

Masquerade party? To put it bluntly, just join in the fun. Americans like to play all kinds of role-playing, such as Superman, Elvis Presley, and Sith warriors are too common, so naturally all kinds of costumes come out.

Peggy dressed herself as Catwoman, and Helena was Wonder Woman. Both of them wore only three-point underwear, with protruding buttocks, and they were so hot. As for Zhou Qingfeng, Peggy suggested that he wear a tight sportswear to play Bruce Lee, but he sternly refused.

Free people, why do you think of Bruce Lee when you look at the Chinese? This concept is too outdated, it needs to be changed! Our eyes are now global.

When night fell, hundreds of young people in different clothes were walking towards the bar, and suddenly looked at a strong man standing in front of Helena and Peggy with amazed eyes. And when the man walked to the door of the bar, several tall guards felt a little dirty and dared not stand up to stop him.

Because Zhou Qingfeng was wearing an armored helmet, holding a large shield and a dagger in his hand, a flowing red cloak around his neck, and except for a pair of retro leather boots, he only had a pair of tight and small underpants .

This outfit is - Sparta!

When Zhou Qingfeng bought this set of clothes from the props store, the owner also reminded that the figure of Asians might not be suitable for wearing this suit. But when he actually walked out of the dressing room half naked, everyone in the store had to stare at him.

Handsome, so fucking handsome!

Bronze-colored skin, thick arms, thick pectoral muscles, clear and tough eight-pack abdominal muscles, two strong thighs, even the two taels wrapped in small pants are extremely majestic. Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the man with a sword and a shield, perfectly explaining what is called masculine beauty.

When Peggy saw Zhou Qingfeng's outfit, her legs went limp and she screamed. Helena also couldn't take her eyes off her eyes. No matter how she verbally said, "I don't like Chinese people", she still has to admit that the Chinese man in front of her is too perfect and masculine!

In terms of physical fitness, Zhou Qingfeng is still somewhat proud. He felt that if he wanted to be number two in this world, no one would be able to be number one.

The shield is made of wood, thick and heavy, and weighs more than ten kilograms. Ordinary people would be tired out of breath after holding it for a few minutes. The short sword is also made of wood, but it is hard, and there is a whistling sound when it is swung. The two props are painted with dark gold, and they are full of power in the hands.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's outfit, Peggy whispered to Helena: "I regret inviting him to tonight's masquerade. Once he goes out like this, I can imagine a wave of rivals coming. I The chances of hooking him up are greatly reduced."

"Don't worry, the probability of success will not decrease." Helena comforted, but she added another sentence in her heart, "Anyway, the probability of success is zero, and no matter how low it is, it will not be negative."

When the "Spartan" version of Zhou Qingfeng appeared, it really caused quite a stir. Compared to other Hulks with big bellies, Spider-Man with double chins, and Gandalf with bald heads, his body is simply blinding.

When entering the bar, a group of exhibitionist-like women rushed forward screaming. Under the dim light, no one could see what Zhou Qingfeng looked like.

Anyway, countless hands touched him. A woman with hairy hair would simply come and grab the middle of his legs, squeeze a few times and then scream a few times, never tired of it.

Zhou Qingfeng was also crazy. Occasionally, he would hold up his shield, brandish his short sword, and shout "Sparta" in a low voice. He will cover up the sound system in the whole bar, causing more women to go crazy for him.

Peggy, dressed as a catwoman, stood by, looking listless. She would regret bringing Zhou Qingfeng out now. No matter how stupid she is, she still understands that the possibility of herself and the man in front of her is really unlikely—there are too many shameless bitches, and the competition is too fucking fierce.

However, Helena, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, still remembered her job. After taking a few glances at Zhou Qingfeng who was posing around, she took out a walkie-talkie from her underwear, pressed the call button and said, "Bob, I'm coming in." gone."

There was a burst of electricity in the intercom, and the voice of William Bob, a senior FBI agent, came, "Our people are ready outside the bar. If there is any danger, we will rush in to rescue you. I hope you are all right, I wish you Good luck to you."

"Thank you." After finishing the call, Helena walked towards the backstage of the bar. Her mission today was to find a way to enter Chris's office in the bar and find evidence that could send Chris to prison.

And in a field car outside the bar, William Bob was giving a mobilization speech, "Listen, this is an easy task. Our target tonight is 'Grey Fang' Chris, the drug boss who has been entrenched in Chicago's West Side for a long time. If all goes well, this guy will spend the rest of his life in prison."

Under the cold light inside the car, FBI senior agent William Bob was wearing a bulletproof vest with FBI logo and long and short firearms on his body. With a serious expression, he was making action arrangements for more than a dozen team members.

"'Graytooth' Chris is a very cunning guy. We have been watching him for three years, and only recently got the chance to capture him. This time we have a special undercover agent to provide clues. Once the chain of evidence is complete, we will act immediately. , catch the bastard Chris."

The dozen or so FBI action team members in front of them are well-equipped and well-trained. And this is not all the manpower for this operation. In order to be safe, William Bob mobilized more than a dozen large and small vehicles and hundreds of personnel to make arrangements.

Also near the bar, another group of people are also gearing up for preparations. A black man in a colorful turban kept waving a pistol, encouraging the thirty or so villainous gunmen under his command: "Chris is finished, his backstage will no longer protect him, and no one can save him. Go in there and kill that guy, and we'll have the West Side."

"Oh yeah...!" Thirty or so thugs uttered chaotic shouts from the mob, all of them excited. Some people even took drugs and sucked fans on the spot in order to cheer themselves up, and they were immediately full of energy and fearless.

And in the bar, 'Grey Fang' Chris with a large number of subordinates is ready. Holding a gun in one hand and a remote control in the other, he looked coldly at the several display screens in front of him, all of which were images taken by surveillance cameras all over the bar, "I will let anyone who dares to be my enemy be finished!"

At this time, Uncle Zhou was still happily playing his roaring game on the dance floor of the bar - Sparta!